Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.